The Joneses

Have you heard of the Joneses?they live down the streettheir house is quite lovelytheir garden quite neat.But just step insideand you’ll quickly seethe chaos that lives there —it won’t let them be.The children are hungrytheir mom’s full of stresstheir father’s indifferenttheir lives are a mess.Dad’s jobless a year nowhe looks everydayfor some kind of laborto give him some pay.And if you look closeat the note on their doorthey have to get outby a quarter to four.The banks are all businessthey have no concernfor a family whose stumblingat life’s every turn.With no help in sightthey pack all they canand slip into the nightwith no hope or a plan.And next time you see themdon’t be surprisedas they stand on the cornerdefeat in their eyes.They’re now the forgottenwho plead on the street,“Homeless, please helpwe need something to eat.”